Faded upside down
Adventure Time. A dark, sad limerick
is it like hiding behind the scenes to topple over a boat?
Is it just underneath the floorboards or is the idea in my old silver lined pocket coat?
Is it in the old bursts of laughter you and me shared, mommy, it’s like you are here but hiding
Are you underneath my hat or is it time you are biding?
It’s silly, ludicrous, I know to hope—that you’ll be waiting faded upside down—-no bloat.
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This poem beautifully captures the struggle of searching for memories and finding hope in the midst of grief.💗💗💗💗